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Amanda - hello, glad to have you join us, please keep reveiwing makes my day!

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Grittlebone-In answer to your question I've decided not to include a past 'thing' between Jack and Ana, somehow i dont think that they would manage to get along long enough for anythink to develope.

Jaddedreamz - I love Ana, i thinkk she has a really good character in the movie so i've decided to include her in this. She's fun and has the balls to put Jack in his place.

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Amber sat alone in the galley, even Vini was no where to be seen. After making herself a strong coffee she had set herself down in the corner to sulk over Jack and her pitiful life. Her mind wandered to the mocha skinned pirate. A previous lover? Worse still, a present one?

Sighing she sipped the coffee and welcomed the burn that stung her lips and tongue. She would be in Port Royal by evening, perhaps it was time to try and forget about Jack and everything to do with him.

"I can see you're not busy," the sound of Jack's familiar slur gave Amber enough incentive to curse under her breath. "So I'll be stealing a moment of your time." he slung his weight into the chair opposite and with no grace at all, threw his feet onto the rutted table top. Amber steadied her wobbling coffee and glanced up at him.

"Why? What do you want?" her blunt reply sent an instant frown across his forehead.

"Do I need to have a reason to talk to you?" he crossed his arms over his chest and pushed the chair back onto its back two legs. "Just want to make sure we were parting on good terms tonight. I presume you'll be heading back to Debrine and possibly back to England after the English winter."

Amber looked up at him suspiciously.

"Why do you ask?" she raised an eyebrow and watched Jack's reaction carefully. The twinkle of gold appeared in his mouth and as he gave her a reassuring smile.

"We'll if you head back to England I'll not be able to visit you will I? So if we leave on good terms at least all's well." he eyed her with the same cunning as she'd seen many a time in those dark pools.

"Perhaps I will hang about in the Caribbean till next winter," she shrugged uneasily; "I'm in no rush to get home."

Jack's eyes widened as he caught her uneasiness, like a dog to a scent. Was she hiding something from him about England? Narrowing his eyes on her he slumped further back in his chair and decided to press on with his own matters.

"English winter's that cold?" he enquired keeping his eyes locked on her face as she sipped at her coffee.

"Bitter, the snow gets knee deep even where we are next to the docks. Sometimes we travel up to Scotland, well Dorian and I did. It's just as cold up there but it is the most beautiful place you'll ever set eyes on." her eyes turned dreamy and she stared off into the distance. "We stayed in the Scottish glens at Fort William, Dorian would go hunting, shoot a deer or two." she caught herself and stopped suddenly. Jack lowered his eyes momentarily feeling the sadness that had crept into her face.

"Never been to Scotland." he contributed, hoping that he could open her up a little more, "This Dorian you speak of. What happened?" he Cocked his head to the side waiting fro her to reply.

"It didn't work out." she said flatly lowering her eyes to the coffee cup.

"I've got ears love; I can listen if you want to talk about it?" Amber looked up at him rather unconvinced.

"Like I said Captain, it didn't work out."

"Formalities." Jack raised his brows warning her silently that there was no need of them.

"Jack." she corrected quietly.

"So you went back to England in the summer? Is it warm then?"

"Yes, always warm in the summer, not as warm as here though," she glanced over at him, wariness climbing into her face again. "Why?"

"Just curious, there's been a lot of talk about England recently." he glanced up at her to find her staring back at him.

"Oh?"

"Of a jewel, the D-"

"Devil's Eye." she finished abruptly and somewhat coldly. "I thought you were up to something. You better not be thinking about…"

Jack held up his hands in defence.

"Like I said love, there been a lot of talk about it, personally I don't know much about the bloody thing, just curious." he offered her a charming smile.

"Jack, if that diamond goes missing anytime soon I'll go straight to the King himself and tattoo your name on his forehead." she narrowed her eyes on his. "I mean it Jack, I-"

"If I was going to steal the diamond then I would have done it on its crossing to England." he lifted her coffee from the table and took a tentative sniff. "So it's the King himself that own it?" Amber sighed and watched him take a delicate sip.

"No, it belongs to Lord and Lady Caddilin, my aunt and uncle, the Queen's sister. It was a present of good fortune, Lady Caddilin was found to be baron," she glanced up at Jack, "she can't have children so the King bought it as a gift." Jack raised his eyebrows.

"I thought it was the Queen that was the sister who was baron."

"They both are, neither can bear children, genetic problems." she shrugged.

"So who is air to the thrown?"

Amber shrugged and took back her coffee that Jack still clasped in his hands.

"It is not something that is spoke about while the King still tries for a child."

"He' doesn't know?"

"Of course he knows you fool, he," she paused, "he struggles to believe it."

Jack stayed silent for a moment regarding her.

"So where is the jewel?"

Amber's head shot up and she gave the pirate a scornful look.

"What interest is it to you where it is?" she snapped. Jack shrugged and tilted the chair back again.

"Curious." he grinned.

"Curiosity killed the cat Jack," she warned, "they'll catch you one day and they'll be no one to cut you down from the gallows."

"A stiff warning Amber, you make it sound like you want me to be caught." he let the chair fall back onto its four legs.

"I don't wish any harm to you but I believe that people should get what they deserve." she glanced up at him, "I'll sing like a budgie if that jewel goes missing, I would have no choice Jack, it is my duty."

Jack watched her as she left the table, his mind reeling with something he could not put his finger on. Something of the way she spoke of England, of the dismissal of Dorian.

Puffing out his cheeks he eyed the coffee with distaste and chose instead to go and find his rum.

Port Royal had peeked into view as the sun set, Amber had watched it grow from where she had sat all afternoon, perched on an empty barrel. Jack had not made an appearance all day after their talk in the galley, neither, Amber noted, had the pirate girl. She had stayed on board after the two ships had parted, as far as she knew they were arranging to meet in the Port. It soured her greatly to think what Jack might be doing with her yet she was at loath to go and look for him.

At last she heard a clatter from the hatch and turned to see Jack stumbling up with the girl in tow. Staggering twice as much as normal he managed a wink in her direction before making his way up to the wheel. Sighing Amber turned away, squinting out into the darkening sky above the port.

"You're a long way from home." it was strange to Amber to hear a female voice aboard the Pearl, it had been a long time since she had heard one.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Jack's tell me your heading back to Debrine."

Despite the friendliness in her tone and the light topic of conversation Amber could not shake off the glint in the woman's eyes, like a snake, or very much like Jack when he was up to no good.

"Yes, I have friends there."

"I'm Ana; Jack has no more manors than a clam so I'm guessing he hasn't told you who I am."

Amber chuckled and glanced over the pirate.

"No he didn't, Amber." she accepter Ana's outstretched hand and shook it lightly.

Ana went on to explain where she fitted into the puzzle, she had been his first mate before Mr Gibbs, Jack it seemed, kept his word and gave her a boat after stealing and sinking her own little fishing vessel.

"He's a sneaky bastered, don't turn your back on him for one second," he chuckled and watched the drunk captain fondly; "He'd steal the reek from a shit."

Amber laughed suddenly pushing her suspicions to the side, pirate were a funny breed, trusting them was hard but liking them was much easier.

"You must be proud to be a Captain?" Amber inquired, "Being a woman and all."

Ana nodded distantly,

"Twas, good here on the Pearl," she stroked the barrier fondly, "I was treated like one of the men, fair and with respect, but when it came to my own ship it took a lot of cursing and blinding before they started to take notice."

Amber nodded and watched a scattering of bird's overhead, flying on towards the great mass of Port Royal. She glanced behind her at the darkening clouds. They hung low, swollen with the promise of rain. Jack, she noted, was also observing them. His dark eyes studying the expanse of sky with knowledge, she saw his jaw tighten with something that she assumed was annoyance. Glancing to the side he caught her looking and immediately lost his displeasure to a mocking bow and most charming smile.

"He doesn't like you working him out does he?" Amber murmured to Ana as she offered Jack no more than a quick smile.

"Don't even try lady, you wouldn't get far." she cast a weary eye over Jack and chuckled, "But don't be fooled, he's sharp as a knife under all that flapping and staggering about."

Amber nodded; Ana did not need to tell her this. She could never know Jack, truly know him, but she could predict him and as far as she could predict he was up to something. Wither it involved her or not she wasn't too sure.